Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Texas Cowboy To The Rescue...!

Man, there are just so many things that could be said about this story from the Houston Chronicle, it boggles the mind!

Instead of stating the obvious, I'll let you decide what punchline to use with this article! You have to admit, it is pretty cool!

Texas cowboy helps New Yorker by roping runaway steer

Associated PressMay 17, 2011, 12:28PM

GALWAY, N.Y. — It took a Texan to rope a runaway steer in an upstate New York field, but the cowboy lost some skin in the process.

Greg Way tells the Daily Gazette of Schenectady that he was unloading a pair of recently bought steers at his farm in rural Saratoga County earlier this month when the cattle bolted and escaped.

One of the steers was back within a couple days, but his 700-pound companion remained on the lam for a week.

Last Saturday, John West took a break from his horse training duties in Saratoga Springs to lend a hand capturing the wayward steer. The 44-year-old Texan mounted a horse and eventually roped the steer, but was pulled from his saddle and dragged along the ground for a spell.

A story like this is one that sort of captures the imagination. I can just imagine how the truth will eventually be stretched in the retelling until it resembles the elastic waistband of Aunt Sadie's drawers! Ya know...so far from the original that it almost is unrecognizable?

Anyway, I found it to be an interesting story, if for no other reason than to show that even a Texas cowboy is willing to lend a hand to someone in need...even a New York Yankee!

Coffee on the patio this morning! Everyone's invited...even if you're from New York!

Agree that you do manage to find interesting stories!! Yeaaaaa Texas cowboys! Like Baby Sis, I too was married to a yankee then lived in Chicago to boot but even though slow, I learned (I think). Love you.

Good morning,A Texan in Yankee country,,? Been there and done that. I just have to tell this story. Several years ago, I was in Rhode Island for an extended stay. One afternoon, my host asked me how I liked it there on the East Coast. I told him it was nice, but there sure were a lot of Yankees. Well, he gave me the fisheye and replied, "Uh-huh, and I ARE one." Okay, he was right, but I'll never forget the look he gave me. Oh, can I get a warm up please?

Jim as someone approaching antiquehood I set here appreciating the internet more an more.I'm more thankful than ever for living on the so called grid an watching people trying to rough it.It amuses me because along time ago I lived that life not by choice.You have some good reads thank you.

Several years ago a local feed lot agreed to take in a small herd of buffalo. Apparently they were more used to wide open spaces, and went walk about. A group of local cowboys was called in to rope and round them up. I wasn’t there, but I heard it was quite a rodeo. Those critters had no respect for fences at all. They would plow through them like they weren’t there! They were eventually gathered up, loaded on trucks, and taken elsewhere.

About Me

I recently retired after serving my time working for other people. The one Truth I can attest to is that I don't like crowds. Not a good thing for someone living in a large city! So I am planning to move back to the country. Back to a place where I can sit on the front porch without worrying about getting mugged or shot at! Where the sounds of breeze in the trees and local wildlife replace the sounds of city strife. Where the light of the stars at night replace the streetlamps and neon. Most of all, I am going someplace where I can throw a rock and not hit my neighbor's house.